Worry not, Sesh, your slender and spry. You will move just as fluid in time. Pheonix on slender build atop legs of stilts turn and prance back into Setemhotep's direction who stiffly stumbled to catch up to her. She comes back to his side one more, giggling as she caught the sight of him, being much shorter, high-stepping through low tide. Their journey together had been a hard one, but in the hours alone with him, she had come to quite enjoy the little wolf of red arches across black skies.

The salt winds are ever pleasing and she finds her body turning to point her nose toward the open water. Before she knows it, the wind is almost beckoning her direction and she turns her face towards its path. Towards the reef. There, dimly under the ever darkening waters with the falling sun, is the faint glow of a rune. Had she not just thought moments ago how unwise it would be to get a close up of the reef beyond daylight hours?

I'm going to get it. She decides rather quickly, knowing they did not have much time to discuss what possibilities of danger she might face in doing so. She didnt leave much room for his objection, either, for the priestess was already dashing into the waves with some serious high-stepping of her own.